Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.